Hmm, well. I like to think of myself as having fairly good taste in music. You might disagree depending on what genre of music you’re into, but overall I think most people I know would agree with me. That doesn’t mean to say that I think I have perfect taste, far from it, I’m no music snob. Probably.
However, even I am shocked and dismayed about becoming obsessed with Haddaway’s ‘What is love?’ How the frig that happen? It started off as an innocent parody on you tube. A man dressed in a chicken suit, playing ‘What is Love?’ on the Pianica outside what looks like a train station. Watching this hilarious video led onto another parody, the Saturday Night Live sketch with Jim Carey and Will Ferrell. Watching Jim Carey’s rubber neck swinging in time to Haddaway did something to me. It compelled me to get up and dance, bop my head in time to Haddaway too. And now I can’t get it out of my head. Admitting I like the 90’s dance tune is almost like admitting I fancy Chevy Chase. A strange anomaly compared to the Keanu Reeves and Johnny Depps of the world. Yet it’s that very strangeness that gets me excited every time I hear those opening words sung with sultry tones and the strong rhythm of the synthesizer. It brings me back to when, as a tween, this music was unspeakably cool, and many a shape was thrown on the youth club disco floor. Roy the Milkman was one hell of a DJ. He played all the greats; Urban Cookie Collective, Corona, and Dexy’s Midnight Runners thrown in for good measure.
Does this mean I’m going through a 90’s dance music renaissance? I hope not. What’s next, Whigfield? I may have to cleanse my musical palate with a bit of Paul Simon. Right after 2 Unlimited.
